Samael Keene Novels & Stories

Speak now or forever hold my peace. Silence, I choose you. It's too late. I'm too late. I haven't even met her groom-to-be. Sam went away for a whole semester in the spring. She went to England. During the semester, she met some guy who I nicknamed 'Mr. Darcy.' Even though I haven't met him, I know he's Mr. British accent.

Alex asked further. Damien remained silent to Alex’s question and after a few seconds of waiting, Alex left the huge bedroom hallway he had been standing in the whole time, signalling to Damien through their mindlink that he would be back in a short while. Damien made no move to respond to Alex again as he sensed his right hand man walk out of the hallway.

“I do not make mistakes, and judging by your fumbled expression, I take it that you are well aware who I am, Alpha Dean.” “As for Arianna being an only child, then you are very wrong. Alpha Malakai De Mori, son of Mariana and the late Alpha Lorenzo De Mori has taken his rightful position as true Alpha. Your mate has been sentenced to an excommunicado by the order of the elders.” He said, and I glared at the man who smirked.

“I was an Omega. The weakest in my pack. “You were never an Omega,” Kael said, “Your old pack was blind. They suffocated you with their regulations and their social structure. Your real nature could not breathe in that land. The rejection was the key that unlocked you,” Kael said. He nodded at the spot on my leg. It was almost as if I could sense a warm glow springing from it. "This sign on your leg, it is more than simply a claim. It is a catalyst. And it shall serve to increase your power. Power for you and your child."

She turned faster. Test logs. Hormone charts. Behavioral control matrices. Her blood type circled in red with annotations: "Omega-Type 9: sensitive to dominant-paired inhibitors. Unstable under suppression." Sama's hands trembled. "What the fuck is this?" Dean's jaw set. "It's your design. Crayons did not just want to control you. He had you engineered." Alex's eyes widened. "Wait, are you saying… Sama was engineered?" "Not engineered. Enhanced," Dean replied. "She's an Omega, yeah—but there was something about her smell, her reaction to dominance, it was. tailor-made." "By whom?" Sama gasped. Dean slid a folder on the second shelf open. He held it out. "Have a look at the signature at the

I didn't want her knowing that Selene and Freya were close because if this all goes wrong, and the council somehow manage to get a hold of Freya, Selene might be her only hope at escape. “I thought I could smell Samael in the woods, I was hoping it was because he'd been killed here, but I guess no such luck,” she said glumly. I'd heard of this Samael before, but with my head being a mess right now, I couldn't work out who he was. “Who is Samael?” I asked Kali hoping that I could keep her talking for a while so that I could figure out a plan. “Samael is Selene's little vampire bitch, nothing more nothing less. He does exactly what she wants, when she wants. He's weak!” She raised her voice lo

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Elaine ⋅• ♱ Amber eyes, short hair. I’d still be able to recognize that face anywhere. "I hope you’ll be able to forgive me for being late," he said as he bowed in front of me. Samael. The angel Samael. No. The fallen angel - Samael. The one who fell not by choosing a side but by his own crimes in the midst of an internal war.

No more broken lamps, no sir-ee. So when Davin hedged that Samael wanted to see me, I just said, “Sure.” Enzo eyed me quizzically, but I was happy with my decision. This, I thought, would be my first real test. Samael, from what I’d heard, was obsessed with my powers and one of the many phony versions of the prophecy – so much so that he’d left his pack, gone rogue, and dedicated his life to searching for me. I tapped the tip of my sneaker against the floor, suddenly nervous.

While we were walking side by side towards the lift, Samael got a call and he picked up with a frown on his face. “Hello?” he said like he didn’t know who was on the other side, probably it was an unknown number. After a few seconds, he stopped dead in his tracks. I frowned and turned to him to see horrified expressions on his face. “What? What do you want?” Samael asked in a tone that I had never heard from him. he was breathing heavy and I walked a little close to him but his eyes were fixed on the floor. “Don’t do dare do anything, Shane! You will not go near her, ever! I won’t let that happen, you stay away from us, goddammit!” Samael shouted on the phone and shoved it in his pocket, sti

“Only until they have forgiven themselves. Suicide is no sin, Fianna. It is a tragedy, truly, but the depths of despair a person are in to commit the act are punishment enough.” We walked in silence as I absorbed my surroundings, glad of the colombina mask I wore that disguised my appearance. We rounded a corner, entering the heart of a grove. A bare-chested demon in harem pants with skin black as night bowed to Samael, his skin studded with a silver dusting of ridges and tattoos. Deer antlers crested his head, woven with red cloth and silver bells that sounded as he rose. Samael gave a cursory nod. “Dantalion. Is the hearse ready?”